Sinopsis She Is The One Novels & Stories

Through her look, he could tell that she was surprised with how he approached her. "Cutie your so beautiful don't fear me. Won't bite you...", He whispered. She turned to face him, he winked at her immediately their eyes met. "Keep your filthy hands to yourself man. She's not interested", Gee informed Frank as she tapped his thigh laughing hard. "Fuck you, you ain't her bouncer here. Right cutie...", he licked his lips as he winked at her. Sky lifted a brow at him as she swatted his hands. He was trying to touch her and she didn't like it.

“I'm new here so I don't know much, who are you, you know, in a relationship with?” “Nobody.” “Seriously? Nobody? You can't be serious. Wow, interesting. So, how was your last, you know, lover?” “Hmmn, the last one was kinda the only one, she quitted on me.” “She committed suicide?” “No, on the contrary, she sought life somewhere else, with someone else." Noticing I was about to get all gloomy, she swiftly changed the subject into something lighter. “So, what do you do? You work at a bank? There's only one in town.”

Her eyes close and she tilts her head to the left, succumbing to the warmth of my hand. “ They took everything from me. Nico did. And his father did. ” She complains like a harmless child and I can’t bring myself to tell her that she doesn’t know what she is talking about. Valentina doesn’t know the whole truth and she is still broken and when she will know everything…She will become the living - breathing nightmare for me. What if I find myself unable to kill her even then? I gulp my saliva and inhale deeply. I take my left hand off her cheek and reach out to the pocket knife once more.

I hope Sydney has a plan. I sent Luke the SOS text about twenty minutes ago. I really hope whatever it is they're doing they better hurry up. As I say a silent prayer, Bianca's boots come to my line of sight. I raise my eyes to her face. "Isabella, sweet sweet Isabella. You just had to come to the picture and ruin it all. Can you imagine, the Italian and USA mafia coming together." Bianca says in a dreamy tone as she brings her hands together. "All that had to be ruined by you. You just had to get pregnant for him." Oh, no. Bianca sees my panicked face.

they whispered as they watched her with fondness. Their queen, their goddess, came into their lives when they least expected it and even though they had their ups and downs she stuck with them through thick and thin. They proved to her that their love could conquer anything. Their family and hearts were complete thanks to her. She truly was their one and only.

“What’s this I hear about a woman? Redhead. Viral moment. And a shooting…you’ve been busy.” The room went dead quiet. Everyone suddenly found their notes fascinating. “Meeting’s over,” I said. They filed out fast. Carlos waited until the door clicked shut. “Talk to me,” he said, voice lower now. “Who is she?” “Isabelle.” I leaned back, exhaling. “She’s… everything. But she’s in trouble. Amnesia from an accident years ago. Nightmares,flashbacks. Last week she remembered something, two men in the fire that killed her parents. Alot is going on Uncle.”

“She needs to learn that she is not as free as she thinks she is.” As he exited the hallway, the guards exchanged uneasy glances. “We better find her quickly,” one of them whispered. “I don’t want to be here if he loses it again.” “Yeah, we can’t let him down,” another guard nodded. “We have to track her down fast.” **** Isabella ’s POV I found myself in back home, the rooms dimly lit. It felt strangely familiar yet heavy with tension. “What the fuck is going on? Did I pass out and father's people found me? “

But in her mind, she knew exactly what she would do, exactly how she’d make them pay, exactly how she’d win finally. Destroy Sienna first, maybe kill her this time, for real, no mercy, no hesitation, no leaving her alive, to steal Landon again. Then take Landon, force him if necessary, make him see that Isabella was the only one for him, the only one who truly loved him, the only one who belonged with him. Run away together, somewhere far, where no one could find them, where they could be happy, where Isabella could finally have what she wanted, what she deserved, what was always meant to be hers. The television still played, still showing pictures of the happy couple, still talking about th

John was more confident than ever. “Hold on, listen to this part. Fiona used the name Ella to address her.” Jerome said, taking us out of our little debate. “Even Fiona recognizes her and you don’t? Come on Jordan.” John continued teasing. “We can rush over there right now to confirm that rather than arguing, you know.” “Then why does she insist she’s Jessica Hart at the end of the video?” I furrowed my brows. “Because she’s the daughter of Dominic Hart. Here’s a picture of them together, posted two hours ago immediately after this video of Fiona causing a scene at her launching.” Jerome said as he stretched his phone forward. So Jessica Hart and Isabella Ross are one?

If I wanted my revenge, I had to become visible to him, even if that meant becoming Astria. With recognition flashing in his eyes, Malakai lowered the phone and walked towards me, holding my gaze, and I didn't even bother withdrawing from it. This wasn't Astria, it was Isabella Monroe. “Astria…” Malakai muttered, naturally, like he had come to believe that the person before him was really Astria and not a random woman who he contracted to be an imposter. Was it the face? Or did I get into character enough to make him believe I was really Astria? If the latter was the case, then I owe myself a pat on the back.